Friday, December 11, 2015

From Eighteen Days Without You

December 11

Then I think of you in bed,
your tongue half-chocolate, half ocean,
of the houses that you swing into,of the steel wool hair on your head,
of your persistent hands and thenhow we gnaw at the barrier because we are two.

How you come and take my blood cupand link me together and take my brine.We are bare. We are stripped to the boneand we swim in tandem and go up and upthe river, the identical river called Mineand we enter together. No one's alone.